The Mate of the Vancouver — page 147: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

he be ch Jee ey he nd nee put A GOLDEN LINK. before we came up. I asked Mac what had become of. it, for 1t was not where we had left it, hauled up a little way on-a piece of shingle and tied to a stump. “Somebody took it,” he said, “or more likely, when the water rose after we crossed, it was carried away. Perhaps it’s in the Pacific by this.” I went down to the stump, and found there the remains of the painter, and as it had been broken violently and not cut, I saw that his last suggestion was probably correct. We sat down to supper by our fire, which gleamed brightly in the gathering. darkness on the surrounding snow and the waters close beneath us, and ate some very vile bacon and a greasy mess of beans which we had cooked the night before we left our mountain camp. “How are we going to cross, Mac?” said I, when we had lighted our pipes. ~* e : re soe aN SR ee eres é Bo Aa, © nae ka Jaa I Ee oa : Be PLE ages a Ney gt tar Oe Se ~ + by te) i a A PuAtig 2 are as ae Oe atten, a8 WE: Seer T CUA re Tessas ee tae* rte wy ] LS anh Paton eee oF ef i Bye wy Sy a3 Pan f Moat ae.